[There is a man with long, white hair currently sitting on the edge of a fountain in the center of some stupidly quaint, little village. Even though he's trying not to show it, he's clearly disoriented. The morning began badly with him waking in a forest, feeling bruises on his body and a dried cut on his face that he has no memory of receiving.
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...So it would seem. And why the fuck wouldn't I be all right?
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VOOOII! WHO ARE YOU CALLING A FISHWIFE?!
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And do you know any decibel level lower than holy shit loud?
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Mu~, you're back sooner that I expected. Tired of playing damsel in distress with the Malnosso already?
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VOOOOII! You can just fuck off! [And the worthless journal is chucked at the new arrival's head.]
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As charming as ever, I see. Are you planning to go back home soon or do you want more vacation time?
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I'll think about it. Maybe I'm enjoying myself.
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What are you screaming about this time.
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What's it to you, brat?
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